Regrets of The Past
Punch. Crack. Smash. Punch. It had been going on for a while now. The continued punching. A tree her victim. Each hit paining her ribcage. Each hit flowing through her arm like electricy. Left fist. Right fist. Punch, punch punch. Despite her wounded left arm, she hit the tree. The pangs of pain flowing through her arm, like electricy, all the way to her ribcage.
Why'd she of hit her? She still remembered the feeling of theseething rage within her body. The feeling of her fist, flying through the air with the force of a raging bear. She still remembered the impact. The regret. The feeling of having to flee. The regret, never having left her body.
Smack. Punch. Crack. The pain in her ribcage, and left arm, growing with each hit. Her fists bloodied. The tree hollow where she'd of repeatedly hit it. Bloodied. Blood.
With a howl of agony she punched the tree one last time, her right fist. Crack. The top of the tree toppled over, and she fell beside it. Curled up, into a ball. The tears streaming out from her eyes. Her body trembling. The memory playing over and over.
The memory paining her mind. The pain of regret.